[Paleopsych] TLS: (George Carey) The lay way from Lambeth
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The lay way from Lambeth
The Times Literary Supplement, 4.7.2
http://the-tls.co.uk/archive/story.aspx?story_id=2108018&window_type=print
John Whale
02 July 2004
KNOW THE TRUTH. A memoir. By George Carey. 468pp. HarperCollins. £25.
0 00 712030 3
It was a good try, and it will probably be the last. As Archbishop of
Canterbury between 1991 and 2002, George Carey tried to re-evangelize
England, to call or recall the mass of English people to Christian
belief and practice. His memoir, Know the Truth, is mainly a record of
that enterprise. The memoir shows him to have been well equipped to
lead the attempt. It also shows why the attempt failed.
The Church of England corporately may well grow more modest as a
result.
On the evidence of the book, not least the account in its first
hundred pages of his swift rise, Carey commanded several necessary
gifts. He had the tenacity: once seized of an idea, he held to it.
Drawn into Christian belief in his teens by an Evangelical vicar at
Dagenham in East London, he nursed it through National Service in the
RAF, and decided for ordination. He had the intellect: though he had
left school at fifteen, he now, financed at an Evangelical crammer,
collected six O levels and three A levels in eighteen months. He had
the industry: to the London University first degree he took at
theological college he added two advanced degrees while he pursued his
career, first as an Islington curate and then on the staff of two
successive theological colleges in London and Nottingham. He had the
human support: Eileen Hood, the Dagenham girl he married while he was
still a student, went with him every step thereafter. He had the
persuasiveness: he greatly increased his congregation after he became
a vicar in Durham, and his student body when he headed a theological
college in Bristol. He had the self-belief as a speaker: in his brief
time as Bishop of Bath and Wells his speciality was to descend on
individual parishes for what he called teaching missions. He was by
then "comfortable with a leadership role", he writes, "and the
speaking and teaching that went with it".
The speaking and teaching were notable for conviction rather than
flair. Carey's memoir confirms that among his gifts has never been
freshness of phrase.
Commitments are burning, jobs done are splendid. The book is studded
with judgements of the form "A nicer and more caring person would be
difficult to find" (of a senior American bishop). For the work in
hand, though, freshness of phrase was not required; indeed, it might
have been a distraction.
Missioners deal in abiding certainties that have their own abiding
formulation.
The memoir's title, Know the Truth, taken from a reported saying of
Jesus (John 8:32), catches Carey's urge to persuade hearers and
readers of his own chief certainty: that God exists, "is at work in
the world, and uses people of all faiths and none to further His
purposes". For Carey it was a matter of experience.
When he was still a teacher of theology in his late thirties, he had
for a while detected the iron of unbelief in his own soul. Alone in
his room on a preaching visit to Toronto, and in an effort to recover
his former assurance, he fell to his knees. After a long time,
"something happened. There was no answering voice, no blinding light
or angelic appearance - only a deepening conviction that God was
meeting me now". He seems never to have doubted again.
And from Bath and Wells he was posted to Canterbury through the
influence of that other dealer in certainties, Margaret Thatcher. The
Crown Appointments Commission, the Church of England committee of
shifting membership which offers the prime minister two names for each
vacant bishopric, is chaired by the prime minister's nominee (for the
Canterbury selection Mrs Thatcher chose Lord Caldecote, a retired
engineering don and industrialist); it always has the prime minister's
appointments secretary among its members, and it can hardly help
knowing the prime minister's mind. The committee members on this
occasion understood that they were to find a youngish figure with, in
Carey's phrase, "a yearning to put mission at the very top of his
agenda". This was in 1990; Carey was fifty four.
At this point in his memoir, Carey discloses an official secret; and
he sets a useful precedent in so doing, because the present system of
choosing bishops and archbishops is opaque, and its opacity gives the
prime minister real power where all that is appropriate is formal
power. Ever since the Crown Appointments Commission was established by
James Callaghan in 1976, its members have been remarkably
tight-lipped: the identity of the two men named in each case, and
whether the prime minister forwarded the first or the second name to
the Queen, has never been definitely known. Humphrey Carpenter,
reporting, in his 1996 book Robert Runcie: The reluctant archbishop,
Runcie's astonishment at the choice of Carey to succeed him, gives
currency to the rumour that the Commission had placed Carey second to
John Habgood, then Archbishop of York. Know the Truth now records that
when the appointments secretary, Robin Catford, travelled from Downing
Street to a hotel room near Bath station to hand over the official
letter, Carey wanted to know whether his had been the first or the
second name. He put the question in terms to Catford. "He replied in a
level voice, looking at me steadily, 'I can confirm that you are the
Commission's choice. You are the first name'." Carey explained that he
could not otherwise have taken the job: "I was so inexperienced as a
Bishop that the call had to be clear".
Once enthroned, he set himself to become what he considered the first
missionary archbishop since Augustine of Canterbury in 597. He took
advantage of a scandal over the Church Commissioners' investment
practices to gather the making of all church policy, which would
include the formulation of doctrine, more nearly into his own hands.
He began his teaching missions again in Canterbury diocese. He
commissioned, and secured funds for, two permanently touring
evangelists. He led a thousand young people, assembled with some
difficulty by the English dioceses, on a week's visit to the religious
community at Taize in France.
He mounted a festival weekend for young Londoners. He arranged ("a
thrilling millennium moment for me") that a booklet of his called
Jesus 2000 should be distributed with the News of the World. He showed
a prodigious appetite for, and belief in, meetings, each one spawning
more. ("From that historic encounter the World Faiths Development
Dialogue emerged . . . .") And this was not just head-down, bull-at-
a-gate, see-it-my-way-or-face-the-fires-of-hell evangelism. He showed
a measure of tact. He saw virtue in the Anglo-Catholic tradition that
tugs against Evangelicalism within the Church of England, and in the
Book of Common Prayer as a flag of unity if only Evangelicals still
flew it. He withdrew the patronage of his office from a body with a
history of trying to convert Jews. He learnt "to treat Islam not as a
faith hostile to Christianity, but as a religion with many virtues and
many similarities to our own".
Despite this energy and this discretion, at the end of eleven years
the Church of England was still by most indicators in steady decline.
Part of the problem was that, obeying the missionary instinct, Carey
spent a lot of time out of England.
In his encounters with politicians overseas he showed courage: in
Kenya he spoke against corruption, in Nigeria and Pakistan against
unfairness to Christians. Yet not merely was this without effect, and
an expense of time; it also drew attention to the awkwardness of his
belief that "God is working His purposes out". In Rwanda the Careys
visited a Roman Catholic church compound where Hutus had murdered
5,000 Tutsis, mostly women and children. Human remains were
everywhere. "But where was God when this happened?" Carey unwisely
asks; and replies within a few lines that "the awfulness of the scene
should not be trivialized by superficial answers".
A greater obstacle was Carey's eclectic biblicism. He declares himself
"absolutely convinced of the role of the Bible as the ultimate
authority in matters of faith and morals". A test issue for him was,
and remains, homosexual sex. He is against it because St Paul was
(Romans 1:27); and Carey is unshaken by the contention that
homosexuality is inborn and therefore God-made. "It would be foolish
for the Church to change its approach while scientific knowledge about
the condition we describe as homosexual is still incomplete." The
cruel absurdity of this opinion is underlined by the fact that St Paul
was also (1 Corinthians 14:34-5) against women opening their mouths in
church, and Carey accepts both women priests and women bishops; and by
the reported declaration of Jesus (Matthew 5:32) that marriage with a
divorced woman is adulterous, and Carey is happy to approve it for the
Prince of Wales. The tangle Carey has got himself into about that
affair seems to stem only from his having been much taken with the
royal family in general and the Prince of Wales in particular ("a more
caring and compassionate man would be hard to find"), and his wanting
to spread a little happiness in the Prince's direction.
Even among Christians or potential Christians friendly to biblicism,
these inconsistencies were dismaying. For believers or half-believers
who rely not so much on the word as on the symbol, and whose
preferences may well prove the more durable as the ambiguities of the
word are more and more debated, the appeal to Scripture was still less
conclusive.
Yet beyond these two groups, and beyond the dwindling band of
latitudinarians that stands between them, Carey's problem was the
number of his fellow citizens who are simply unresponsive to religion.
It is a matter of common observation that most people in England now
find it possible to pursue happiness and usefulness without anything
more than sporadic and limited recourse to religious institutions and
religious ideas. Near the end of his story, Carey declares that
"Britain is still a predominantly Christian country". Even with his
fief extended by this addition of Wales and especially Scotland, where
religion obtrudes more into ordinary life than it does in England, the
claim is hard to make sense of. It would be easier to defend if he had
said "a country where a residual Christianity is ineradicable". The
grounds for optimism he advances are that the numbers of men and women
ready to join the Church of England's professional ministry have
increased of late years, and so have the sums of money subscribed by
Church of England congregations. But these figures relate to
activists.
Certainly there will always be activists: people whose natural
disposition is to ponder the transcendent, and whose effort to lead a
principled life is buttressed by the idea of a God who approves a
certain kind of conduct and nevertheless forgives lapses from it. Yet
the survival of this irreducible remnant by no means imports the
survival of the Church that Carey has known. Funds are failing: the
givers will soon not be able to pay for the ministers. Lay ministry,
already on the increase, will become the rule rather than the
exception.
Lay ministers, people who keep hold of the weekday job, are not bound
to a common line by professional loyalties or anxieties. Doctrinal
discipline will go on fraying: the assertive will give way to the
exploratory, the tentative. Salaried administrative staff, lay as well
as clerical, in expensive office buildings in London and the cathedral
cities will be unreplaced as they retire. These changes will not free
the Church of England from internal strife; they will deliver it
instead from the notion that it has the duty, because the capacity, to
organize a single voice and use it to keep addressing the nation. Lord
Carey's experience, as laid out in his memoir, will have demonstrated
that there is no other course except to embrace this new humility. To
that extent his evangelistic foray will have done his Church a
service.
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